poetry

I kind of miss writing poetry. But not a word have I been able to put down, pretty much since Matthew. Everything I tried writing for him seemed adolescent and trite. And while I've definitely written quite a bit of trite, adolescent poetry, I wanted my best work for him. Part of the problem is that the Muse seems to desert me altogether every time I get pregnant. Apparently my body can only be creative in one way at a time! Either that, or I'm destined to have three extremely creative children, since they've each sucked it all out of me during their gestation. I've come up with what seemed like some great work in the middle of the night occasionally, but I never remember it in the morning. (And I always wonder if it was really as great as it seemed while I was lying in bed, or if it was that special night-spice that made it sound so good. Words written at midnight seem to have a special magic. At least at the time.)

And while prose writing is one of the million things on the list to focus more on once this whole odyssey of pregnancy is officially behind me, poetry I'm always more on the fence about. It would be nice to publish some of what I've already written, but I have a hard time feeling inspired to write more.